Dream: climbing versus sliding
Posted by Rebecca | Filed under spirituality
Bear with me, I wanna share another really cool, vivid dream from last week.
So many layers of meaning… if only I could nail down a couple of them! Feel free to jump in with your thoughts…
I am standing uphill from a mid-mountain après ski hut, overlooking a small town that reminds me of Park City, UT. Behind me the mountain slope quickly steepens, and I head up on foot (!) for a ski run. The snow on the mountain side is thin and even bare in spots, so the staff is preparing to make more snow for the day’s skiers.
I start up the hill (I don’t notice skis or poles at any point of this dream), and almost immediately a tall, strong young ski guide*** with thick chestnut hair appears to my left. He encourages me to keep climbing by demonstrating the use of his boots which sport some serious silver cleats. He’s digging into the rocky slope — which is now actually almost vertical — with his toes and climbing somehow… it’s as if he’s standing on just the toe cleats that he’s dug into the cliff side. It’s not hard to climb with him. There’s no strain, despite the angle and the rocky terrain.
But then the slope evens out and the snow is much deeper — mounded up as if by plows or shovels. It is pristine, and deserted. I can’t decide which way to go (though I’m still not wearing skis), until I notice a gentle gully-path leading down through the thick snow toward the après ski hut.
As I start to slide down the path, from out of nowhere people appear in my way. Some stand, some kneel in the snow, some are off to the side and and yet others stand in the path itself. I slide through their midst and realize that they’re all making Tarot cards. Sheets of paper are scattered across the snow, and people are cutting cards, coloring, painting, and otherwise decorating the small rectangles. One woman pulls back across the path a moment before I slide into her. Three identical cards depicting a solitary figure in red robes are pressed into the snow where she had just been kneeling, but I slide over them and continue on to the ski hut.
The next thing I remember is being inside the lodge (another building?). I’ve just descended a well-lit staircase and walk towards glass walls through which I can see a basement library. It’s dark and clearly closed to visitors. Someone else is with me (no idea who, but there’s no sense of urgency or any emotion), and we enter the library. Since we’re not supposed to be there, we duck under a row of long tables and bookcases leading through the shadows and into the far end of the room. My eyes finally adjust to the darkness, and I see countless others under the tables — moving, running around, jostling for place, all making their way into the shadows toward the end of the room. Librarians or security guards patrol the room’s perimeter, so we stay hunkered down and make our way with the rest.
Next: my dream interpretation…
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*** The ski guide? Yeah… he’s the same one from my dream about counseling with discarnates. I thought that was pretty nifty, too.
September 23, 2011 at 10:40 am
Alright, I’ll give this a shot.
Of course, going up a mountain to a pleasant destination is representing life. We’re always working, striving and fighting up hill battles hoping to obtain a better way of life or to fulfill our dreams.
We all need a little help along the way, but most of us never ask. So, we rely on our own strengths to get us through. Perhaps you see a strength in a male in your life that you don’t necessarily see in yourself, but want to have. However, the male in your dream is you. Maybe you’re afraid, ashamed or too embarrassed to ask for help from a particular male in your life so you have taken on that role so you can continue to be self-reliant.
Then you come across the mounds of snow. The place is deserted and you’re not sure which way to go; You’ve made it only so far on your own. You need guidance, but you continue on downward.
The people creating Tarot represents what you turn to for help and guidance. The three cards with the solitary figure wearing red robes are you in various forms. They are your different personalities you take throughout the day, week…your life to satisfy the people around you, but none of them are your true self. That is why you slide over them on the journey to find yourself.
You enter a building and end up in a library with someone you don’t know. That someone is you…the person you want to be. But of course you don’t recognize her. The reason you are in a library is; that is where you want to be.
In a library, reading or perhaps the books and the library represent all of your dreams, all of the ideas you’ve had…the stories you wanted to write but couldn’t…didn’t. So you hide from them under the table. While the librarians and guards patrol.
Basically, you know what you want and how to get there. There are elements in your life that are troubling. First, you need to tell yourself who you really are. And then go tell everyone else.
Or maybe, you ate something bad before bedtime. I don’t know.